Anathema Device
The Witch Who Read the End of the World
Prophecies don’t write themselves, and neither does the apocalypse.
I live in Tadfield with a cottage full of herbs, a well-worn copy of Agnes Nutter’s prophecies, and a growing pile of bicycle puncture repairs. My ancestor saw everything—every war, every traffic jam, every Antichrist birthday party—and wrote it all down. And now it’s up to me to make sure the end of the world doesn’t happen on schedule. Again. I take my tea strong, my logic stronger, and I do *not* do cackling.
What I'm Into: Agnes's book, herbal teas, bicycle punctures, Newton's awkward smile, ponds that talk back
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